Idaho news. (Blackfoot, Idaho) 1887-1891, 1887-06-11
From George to Grgtna Green

A ponderous step sounded in the
narrow hallway and a succession of
laundering knocks made my door rattle
on its hinges. recognized that heavy
step. so like the tread of an enraged
elephant and wondered what under
heaven had brought Major Philpot to
my humble lodgings. Before could
answer the raps, the door was burst
violently open. disclosing the colossal
figure of the choleric major, who evil
IDENTIFY in towering rage. stalked
across the floor, and seated himself in
the only safe chair the place afforded.
I'm far from beng rich man, you
understand,
Hope see you WE'LL" began po-
litely, scarcely knowing just how to
take him, for his uncertain temper
was a subject for comment by all who
knew or had ever heard of him.
Hope you do. sir yes, sir. - roared
he, bringing his cane down on the
floor with bang. You're old George
Green, amt you?"
Il am George Green, at your SER
vice, sir" said /, smothering my in
dIgnation at his brusgue manner. land,
as to nv age"
To the devil with your age, man.
interrupted the major with grunt.
''Who the duce cares how old you are?
Keep that as a choice morsel for tea
drinking women. l come to see you
to-day because have heard about you,
and am told you are the very man
want to do business with.
You do me proud!' said l, as the
major paused for want of breath.
''Shall be, happy, to serve you in my
small way. if
Lord save usr' calculated the ma
jor, growing alarmingly red in the face
in his efforts to make himself heard the
full length of the block. why on
earth don't you keep still and let me
speak? Only one man may talk when
I'm around, and I'm that man! Dye
hear that?''
ANYBODY can hear you that chooses
TO listen, if he isn't as deaf as door
post!''
The major is a rich man and am
not, but there the difference in favor of
the major ends; and perhaps nobody
ever had talked 10 him like this before.
Amy way, he Gained trife.
I'm told you are detective" he
growled. in deep bass that had all
the effect Of pcnt-up thunder in my lit
tie room.
Il am"
l battered myself that if, as they say
it is, 'brevity is the soul of wit, my
reply must absolutely have had a par
aIyzing effect on the doughty major.
But nothing of the sort. On the con-
trary, he actually seemed to be pleas
ed, had said so little.
IN tell you what it is, Green" he
broke out presently, in stentorian
tone, 81 am in dreadful fix. and /
want your help, Understand"
Perfectly"
There's my daughter. You've
heard of my daughter haven't you?"
"Often -
''And she's got no end of beaux and
such like fol-de-rols. They all swear
by the crook of her little finger that
she's the one object OF the world worth
having"
ITO be sure"
And what with the fifty thousand
dollors that her grandmother left her
Fifty thousand gold dollars! think of
it'll don't feel inclined to dispute the
point. By ardent young men, ladies'
with fifty thousand dollar bank accounts
are objects to be desired, aud my Ara
bella seems to be no exception. But,
sr," and the rate father brought his
mighty fist down with resOundinp
whack on his ponderous leg that
threatened to split the brOadcloth, and
rising to his full height. he fairly bel
i lowed, IF my daughter Arabella's
judgment is blinded by the Little god
called Cupid, Arabella's dad, sir, is up
and coming, and feels himself able to
cope with a thousand fortune-hunting
lovers let them come singly or in pairs
or in battalions, event.
i've no doubt about that" as the
major paused to gather in "a littla wind,
and glared wicke1ly from the corner
of his one eye; '.and, if | understand it,
you want my assistance in outwitting
the rascals."
That's the very .thing!" roared he,
in tone that made the windows rat
tie. That's just it, exactly! You've
hit the nail slap on the head! It's this
way: My Arabella has actually lost.
her,senses, and gone head over heels
himP".
ultimately"
Poorer than church mouse, proud
er than Lucifer, and demned demo-
erat in politics.! BY the Lord Harry!
Arabella needn't think for minute
that she can foist young P,llkins on
her old dad as his son-in-law. No.
Stree. | hate his poverty. hate his
pride. l hate his demnition politics.
hate his very -Pilkins-pahr'
PIkins was lawyer. and once upon
time had been rival of my own. He
was proud; he was poor; and, more
over, he was my sworn enemy. If
could spoil his prospects of marriage
with the majors heiress / determined
10 do so. Here was my revenge, and
revenge is sweet. That is, those who
have had an opportunity to know say il
is, and | believe them.
''Pillkins knows what | think of his
trying TO marry my daughter. I've
told him. Not only have | told him in
pfaia words that he Is fortune hunter.
but enforced il BY kicking him off
N front piazza no longer ago than
Ieis morning went on the major.
N